Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 241 Words as a Weapon
Xu Yunfan appears to be amiable on the surface, but he is actually ruthless and heartless. He speaks humbly and politely, but he is extremely vicious in his actions.

Hearing the slight dissatisfaction in Qi Huan's voice, Pei Yan's heart stirred slightly. He suddenly recalled that when they left Tiangong Cave together, Qi Huan had also said a few lukewarm words when talking about Xu Yunfan, who had risen to fame and was known as the number one young talent in Tiangong Cave.

A thought struck him, and he naturally understood that there was a deep rift between Xu Yunfan and Qi Huan.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of Xu Yunfan as he wielded his hammer. The Thunderfire Qilin Hammer tore through the twilight, and with the Crimson Dragon Coiling Mountain Force erupting, the hammer, carrying thunder and fire, swept across the rock wall, scorching spiderweb-like marks on the basalt.

Pei Yan leaned against the shadow of the cave wall, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the darkened veins on his wrist. These were the marks of the dragon's poison. If it weren't for the divine weapons and armor suppressing it, he would never have been here thinking about these things.

Although Xu Yunfan didn't show much, the moment he picked up the heavy hammer to practice martial arts, the hammer hummed with every move, generating streams of thunderous air currents, and the hammerhead burst with lightning and fire, making it extremely dangerous.

His opponent's strength was no less than his, and judging from Xu Yunfan's relaxed demeanor, he might even be stronger.

He naturally didn't want to admit it.

"His hammering technique..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the rest of his exclamation back down his throat.

As a natural swordsman with a unique talent, appearing only once in a century in the Sword Pavilion, he was all too familiar with this state of effortless mastery.

Eight years ago, when he first wielded the divine weapon, the Green Bamboo Sword, he also casually sliced ​​through the autumn rain without getting his clothes wet.

But the person in front of him wielded a 400-pound hammer with even more ease than he did with his sword.

As the top disciple of the Sword Pavilion in this generation, he was born with a sword bone. He could learn any sword technique he encountered at a glance and master it after just one practice. In just over 20 years, with the help of the Sword Pavilion's secret medicines, various precious medicines and elixirs were poured into his body. Moreover, the sword energy of the divine weapon, the Green Bamboo Sword, was used to refine him day and night. In this way, in just eight years, his muscles, bones, and skin all reached the state of perfection.

Throughout his life, he was second to none; even against experts at the Blood Exchange Realm, he dared to draw his sword and fight.

But Xu Yunfan, who was only a few years older, was already in the Blood Transformation Realm.

How exactly was it repaired?

Originally, it was thought that Xu Yunfan had just encountered some strange events, but in the following days, Xu Yunfan practiced martial arts without sleep, and it could be said that he didn't even sleep except for eating.

Seeing Xu Yunfan carry the heavy hammer out to cultivate again, Pei Yan's expression finally changed. He looked at Qi Huan, who was already used to it.

"What kind of meditation does he practice every night?"

It's so tempting that it can replace sleep!

Qi Huan shook his head slightly: "I don't know. This is not the method of the Heavenly Craft Cave. The Heavenly Craft Cave... does not have such a method of meditation and cultivation."

When Xu Yunfan finished his dinner and was about to practice martial arts again with the heavy hammer, Pei Yan called out to him.

"Brother Xu... wait a moment!"

"Senior Brother Pei, have you made up your mind?"

The blood energy that Xu Yunfan had just generated instantly receded and returned to the cave, and the white mist that had just risen between the armor plates quickly dissipated.

He casually leaned the heavy hammer against the stalactite pillar, causing the stalagmites hanging from the cave ceiling to shed dust.

Pei Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Under Xu Yunfan's powerful burst of energy, the hammerhead had perfectly displayed the power of a treasure. As the energy surged forth, the nine spiral lava patterns on the hammer handle lit up one after another, and the scale-like marks on the hammerhead...

He subconsciously touched the ice armor on his chest, and the dragon poison circulating in his Triple Burner meridians immediately caused a stinging pain, as if reminding him that his days were numbered.

Pei Yan frowned at the dust that had settled on the cave ceiling. He raised his hand to fan it away and asked a question.

"Is there anything special about your meditation practice?"

Xu Yunfan instantly understood what Pei Yan wanted to do, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eye.

"You want me to use this method to exchange for the Empty Cleansing Sword Technique?"

Pei Yan said, "The Empty Bright Sword Cleansing Technique is impossible, but I have a technique called Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Technique. Although it cannot compare to the Empty Bright Sword Cleansing Technique, it is still a top-tier martial art in the Refining Internal Organs realm. If you can cultivate the Refining Internal Organs to perfection, you may be able to enter the ninth realm of Qi Refining."

Xu Yunfan said, "Even if I gave you this method, you wouldn't be able to master it. If it weren't for a twist of fate, I wouldn't have been able to get started either... Although the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound is good, I want the Empty Clarity Sword Cleansing Technique even more."

Pei Yan said with a hint of disbelief, "With my talent, I can understand all the martial arts in the world at a glance and learn them after just one practice. If Brother Xu doesn't tell me, how can you say that I can't learn them?"

Xu Yunfan smiled slightly and did not offer any explanation.

The "Lin" technique is of great importance, so he naturally wouldn't reveal it.

Furthermore, these methods are obtained through the abilities of the attribute panel and by touching the remains of the ultimate path, which is equivalent to initiation. How can one pass them on to others before mastering them?

Before Pei Yan could speak, Xu Yunfan said calmly, "Brother Pei, your days are numbered. There must be something wrong with this small secret realm. Otherwise, the six major sects would have opened the exit long ago. How could it have dragged on until now without any news?"

His gaze was deep: "Many things can only be hoped for if you live. If you die, then it's all over. That evil dragon swallowed more than ninety disciples of your Sword Pavilion. Don't you want to kill it with your own hands?"

Someone as proud and arrogant as Pei Yan would not utter a single word even if you used torture to kill him.

Only by gradually breaking down his psychological defenses can you get what you want.

The reason he chose to stay in a mountain with scarce spiritual energy was to weaken the opponent's ability to resist the dragon's poison.

Given the reputation of the Sword Pavilion, they must have a way to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but Xu Yunfan is confident that the other party will not be able to detect the gathering point of spiritual energy.

Xu Yunfan's every word pierced his heart like a knife, turning his face deathly pale.

At the time, he was full of pride and confidence. When he discovered that the severely injured evil dragon was leading ninety-six Sword Pavilion disciples in a sword formation to kill it, he realized that his idea was completely wrong.

If it weren't for the desperate efforts of more than ninety Sword Pavilion disciples, he would not have been able to survive.

During his final attack on the evil dragon, he was prepared to die, but was saved by Xu Yunfan and Qi Huan who arrived at the scene.

The campfire cast flickering shadows in Pei Yan's eyes. Seeing Pei Yan remain silent, Xu Yunfan spoke again.

"The ninety-odd heroic souls of Jian Ge are still mourning in the belly of the dragon. Brother Pei, are you truly willing to sleep here forever?"

creak!

Pei Yan's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, veins bulged on his neck and forehead, and his expression became somewhat ferocious.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he vaguely saw the last scene of his fellow disciples before they turned into blood mist. More than ninety disciples sacrificed themselves to protect him and desperately blocked the death radius of the dragon's tail, creating an opportunity for him to attack.

He poured everything into it, even unleashing the secret martial art and boiling his blood energy, and unleashing most of the divine power of the Green Bamboo Sword, but it was all in vain. Even his left arm was shattered as a result.

Pei Yan became agitated and suddenly coughed violently.

“Those children…before leaving, they all bowed to me as their senior brother in the ancestral hall.”

(I'll update this chapter first, and I'll write the other one later. I had some things to do today, so I'm late. Sorry.)
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